The fatigue is never ending
bone deep silent screaming
can exhaustion scream?
the weather shifts and my body crumples
weakness like hard cold hands pull me back into this place again
realigned and readjusting
trying not to curse my own name
can you believe I have value with so little productivity?
hands shake from medication and determination
pushing through or laying still
eyes slide over me unseeing
I press my flesh into unreasonable contortions
sticky sweating slow implosion
persevere or something
it’s all the same